Processed and Fucked

On entering the Dominar ship, Bobbie found herself in an all-white room. She couldn’t distinguish the walls from the floor. She was still buzzing just from being in the presence of one of her alien overlords for the first time.

Then a portion of the wall disappeared, and in walked another Dominar, in an identical uniform to the one at the door. Immediately, every thought fled her head, even the mantras. She was overwhelmed with the physical need brought on by the alien’s presence. Her knees shook. Her juices dripped down the inside of her legs.

He looked her up and down, then said, “Who were you?”

“I…” she could barely remember. It was impossible to think. Then she said, “Robert Smith. I was a salesman. I sold… it was a tech thing…”

“I don’t care,” the Dominar said. He made a specific gesture in the air with his hand, and a sort of transparent interface screen appeared in the air in front of him. He tapped this a few times, inputting whatever he needed to.

Then he said, “Now forget about that.”

And Bobbie did, instantly and completely. She could not have answered the question of her former occupation again, or even remember that she had been asked the question. Not only had that information been deleted from her brain, the place she had kept it was somehow gone. Even if someone told her now, she wouldn't be able to remember.

“Download nanobot body scan…” the alien mumbled as he kept tapping the interface. Instantly, a 3D, apparently solid full-body image of Bobbie appeared in the room. She yelped in surprise, startled just for an instant away from contemplating the size of her master’s cock with her entire self. The Dominar glanced the image up and down, rotating it to make sure it was complete.

He waved his hand, saving Bobbie’s complete physical data in the Dominar database. Then he said, “Stand still.”

She did not move a muscle. She wasn’t sure she could, given his command. Before she could react, a black cylinder descended from the ceiling and surrounded her face. She couldn’t see, but she stayed fully docile and calm. The Dominar cock was still nearby, she could feel it. Soon it would fuck her, she was sure of it. She needed it so bad.

Then she felt a quick, stinging pain on her forehead, and the cylinder retracted back to wherever it had come from. She could see again. She could see her Master again.

What Bobbie did not know was that her forehead had just been permanently tattooed with a handful of symbols in the Dominar language. Even if they had been in English, they would have been meaningless to her now. The Dominar could not be bothered with keeping track of human names.

The alien looked at her, reading her forehead, and said, “From now on, your designation is Green Cobalt 47.” He said it in the Dominar language, but the nanobots pumped the meaning of the words directly into her brain. This made it easier for her stupid bimbo mind to remember. Then he asked, “What is your name?”

It was so hard to think, her senses were overwhelmed by his musk. It was like walking in a snow bank to just form simple sentences.

“My name…” she slurred, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t remember her name. The spot where her name would be in her mind was as empty. Wait, no… “I am Green C-cobalt 47,” she said softly.

“Good girl,” said the Dominar, and Green Cobalt 47 squealed with pleasure and collapsed to her knees. The small puddle that had appeared on the spotless white floor underneath her lasted only moments before being swiftly and silently siphoned away to points unknown.

“Now, my favorite part,” the alien said. He grabbed her by her hair and, with minimal effort, dragged her limp, soft body upright. At the same time, a white platform, like a table, appeared in the center of the room. He threw her down on this platform, face first, her plump ass in the air. Her massive fuckbags pressed into the cold surface.

Oh shit, some part of her brain managed, he was going to fuck her. One of her Masters was really going to…

That was when his enormous erect cock entered her pussy from behind, and her mind went completely blank.

It was many times thicker and longer than the average human cock, and the bimbo who would now forever be Green Cobalt 47 was, functionally, a virgin. Even with the ample lubrication created by her intense need, it still really, really hurt. The nanobots didn’t make that pain go away, but they… changed how she experienced it. They redirected the impulses. In short, even as her new pussy was stretched beyond recognition, she was in absolute ecstasy. She had trouble remembering large portions of her life, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty. This was, by far, the greatest thing that had ever happened to her.

The Dominar drove his massive cock in and out of her, with no regard for how much she could take. To say her feeble mind was utterly overwhelmed was an understatement. It took only a handful of strokes for something inside her to break.

At first, her screams of pleasure were wordless. Slowly, they formed into something approaching coherence. “Fuck me, Master! I’m a slutty human whore! Use me as your cocksleeve! Put your baby in my fucking worthless pussy, my Lord, my Master, my King! I fucking need it! Give me your cum! I’m nothing without your cum!”

This was what she had been born for, nothing else. The Dominar came inside Green Cobalt 47, and it was far more jizz than any human male could have produced. It filled her up, then leaked out onto her legs and began to drip onto the floor. Neither you nor I had ever experienced a sense of fulfillment remotely approaching what she felt in that moment. She had served her only purpose.

“Good fuckslave.”

At these words from her master, she screamed again, this time shaking and squirting uncontrollably. She had thought that getting fucked by her master was like one continuous orgasm. This was ten times that. In fact, the phrase had been a trigger that, when spoken by a Dominar, caused the nanobots to activate every pleasure center in her body. She thought was going to die, and she would die happy.

When the world came back into focus, she was in an elaborate machine that she couldn’t hope to understand. She was on her back, and in front of her face hung another interface screen in the alien language. She couldn’t read it, but if she could, she would have seen that the symbols read “Impregnation Successful.”

She turned her head slightly and saw other machines, exactly similar to the one in which she was hanging. Stretching off into the distance as far as she could see, into infinity. Poking out of each machine, in the same position she was, she could see a female head. The heads of other bimbos like her. Each one had a series of markings in the Dominar language on her forehead. And each one had a huge smile on her face.

Knowledge appeared in her brain, which was a strange feeling. At this point, she was used to knowledge disappearing, not appearing. She was in the Pregnancy Barracks. It was her incredible, unbelievable honor to carry the child of the Dominars in her womb. She almost came again when she realized that the Dominar had gotten her pregnant.

She would wait in the machine while the child grew inside her, and then deliver it. Then she would be fucked again and the cycle would begin again.

There was, however, one other possibility. Her body scan had been entered into the Dominar database. A Dominar could select her from the database to personally service him. Then she would be released from the barracks and live a life of fucking and sucking. This would be the fulfillment of all of her deepest dreams.

She didn’t think about this, but if she was selected, it wouldn’t matter that she was pregnant. The Dominars thought it was insanely hot, in fact, if she was heavily pregnant with their spawn. A tangible symbol in flesh of her total servitude to them. But it was a long way from Dominar to Earth, and there were far more bimbos already than Dominars to serve.

So Green Cobalt 47 waited. Without her turning her head back to the interface, a “video” began to play on her optic nerves. She saw a bimbo getting fucked by a Dominar like she deserved, like she needed, like she was born to do. “Oh, porn!” she thought. How considerate of her masters to give her porn to watch while she waited.

A few slow seconds later, she realized that the bimbo in the recording was her. She was watching the Dominar put his offspring inside her. Then something inside the machinery she couldn’t see slid smoothly into her cunt, and she gasped. It began to fuck her, in rhythm with the recording.

Green Cobalt 47 hoped a Dominar would pick her to be his personal fuckslave. But while she waited, she would be very, very happy.